Pedals - The Real McKenzies

When she starts to move

I can see heaven

The flowers agree

And blow pedals past

But this season there

Will be nothing growing

Empty it lays

In her open hand

Make it all a meager dream

Someone wake me from my sleep

No more counting discarded white livestock

Chasing lonely

Make it all a meager dream

Someone wake me from my sleep

No more counting discarded white livestock

Chasing empty

Seeing her mouth

Crest into a smile

It’s enough to make my

My legs give way

But this journey you’ll

Have to take solo

Awake in the past

Is where I must stay

No more counting discarded white livestock

Chasing lonely nights

Chasing lonely nights

Chasing lonely nights

Chasing lonely nights

Chasing lonely nights